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To my daughter
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My personal thoughts Heart severed, disintegrating,becoming non existent.
A child is lost, not dead but gone to an uncommon level.
Each not aware of different needs, of uniform emotions.
Divided by family, friends and prevalent behavior.
Her entire body screaming for justice and compensation.
Give her the child, not yet a woman, lost in a seedy world.
Remove a limb, pluck out an eye, sever her tongue.
These things are needless even her soul she'd gladly forfeit.
But give her the child, not yet a woman, lost in a seedy world.
She wants what is hers, the air that she breaths, her space in the cosmic.
The umbelical chord still clinging not yet deleted.
The child is bewildered, confused, distraught and disturbed.
Show her the way back to childhood, back to the womb.
Ella
